The years of red flags

The little black fat man said anxiously: "What's wrong with this kid? He can't be found right before the performance. What if he delays the performance?"

"Master, it's not that he couldn't find anyone before the performance. He just didn't show up at the theater today."

The little black fat man nodded: "Okay, there's no point in saying anything else now, just rearrange the program and deal with today's performance first."

Jiang Hua smiled and said, "What's going on? Is this the apprentice who wants to rebel? I've told you before that it's not wrong for you to follow the traditional path, but you also have to be innovative. Today is different from a hundred years ago. The simple master-apprentice and father-son model of a hundred years ago is no longer suitable for today's situation. If you want to be sustainable in the long run, you have to take the corporate path."

"Our crosstalk convention can't be changed just by saying so." The little black fat man shook his head helplessly: "I am not the only initiator. Although I have the final say now, I have to take their feelings into consideration."

"Kindness does not lead an army, and righteousness does not manage wealth." Jiang Hua shook his head: "A short pain is worse than a long pain. If you feel that this is unrighteous, you should have an in-depth discussion with your partners beforehand. It would be best if you can reach an agreement. If not, you can even split the relationship. You have to plan for the long term, and most importantly, you must take the initiative."

"Uncle, I'm not good at this." The little black fat man scratched his head: "When I have to share money with others, I feel that no matter how much I give, they will suffer a loss. But if I give too much, I will feel bad, especially for some people who are not yet capable. It would be bad to give them too much, but it would also be bad to give them too little."

"It's normal to feel bad. Giving your money to anyone is fine." Jiang Hua said with a smile: "Also, you can't judge the ability and salary based on your subjective ideas. There must be a scientific standard that everyone can accept."

"But……"

"Don't say buts. Not all crosstalk performers in this world are Hou Baolin or Ma Sanli." Jiang Huaquan said, "Some people may not be talented enough for you, but they are popular and can sell out."

"Is it necessary to change?"

Jiang Hua nodded: "If nothing changes, your crosstalk conference will come to an end and eventually fall apart."

The little black fat man nodded: "Okay, then I'll go back and think about it carefully."

"Think about it carefully and prepare for today's performance first. I'm in a good mood today, and I came to your place to relax. If you don't laugh happily, I will make trouble for you."

When it comes to professional issues, the fat black guy is like a different person: "Uncle, don't worry, I promise you will laugh to your heart's content today. If you don't enjoy it, I'll treat you to a midnight snack tonight."

The little black stick really tried his best. The hungry audience burst into laughter and cheered continuously. His pants were wet when he left the stage.

Jiang Hua treated everyone to a midnight snack in the evening. When most people had left, the little black fat man sat in Jiang Hua's car.

"Uncle." The little black fat man said in embarrassment: "After today's performance, I have been thinking about this matter, and I always find it difficult to make a decision."

"There are already cracks in your crosstalk convention. If you don't make a decision first, someone else will make the decision for you." Jiang Hua said seriously, "Then you will be in a passive position."

"I'm not that hard-hearted person. You have to give me some time."

"What do you mean I have to give you some time? This is your own business, you worry about it yourself." The little black fat man scratched his head and said, "It's really a headache, even more than my master's assignment of papers."

"Speaking of the thesis, how is your research going?" Jiang Hua asked with a smile, "Don't wait until your master disappears from the academic world before you bring out the thesis. By then, it won't be that easy for him to get you a degree."

"I've been busy with my thesis, which is much harder than writing a crosstalk script." The little black fat man frowned and said, "It's not as hard as looking up information for a book. This must conform to scientific logic. If you hadn't mentioned it, I would have forgotten that I haven't completed the task I assigned to you today. I'm leaving now. Please drive slowly."

"What task did you set for yourself?"

The fat black boy smiled and said, "Reading books, I have to read so many books every day. I really regret not having read enough books when I need them. Now I hate myself for not studying hard when I was young. I used to be complacent. I didn't have a diploma, but I was educated. Now I know how important it is to receive a systematic education."

"Since you have regrets, then educate your son well." Jiang Hua said with a smile: "Don't let your regrets become his regrets. And I tell you, your way of education is problematic and unacceptable. It seriously hurts the child's self-esteem."

"Uncle, please don't criticize my way of education. I can't change it, and I think it's correct. I grew up this way. But the suffering I endured was imposed on me by outsiders, and the suffering my son endured was inflicted by me. I will find a balance."

Jiang Hua smiled and shook his head: "You kid, you really have some ideas. Be careful that your son will pull out your oxygen tube when he grows up."

"If I really teach such an ungrateful person, I will admit it. It's my own fault."

"Then why are you so nice to your two apprentices?" Jiang Hua asked back: "Good, so that they feel that all this is natural and what they deserve. Now you can't control it."

The little black fat man stopped talking. He had nothing to say.

Jiang Hua waved his hand at him: "Come on, go back and think about it carefully. Also, if you have another child in the future, can you still treat your second son like you treat your eldest son?"

After Jiang Hua left, the little black fat man found a barbecue stall to sit at, ordered a few skewers and a few bottles of beer, and started drinking by himself.

At this moment, he felt mixed emotions. Every word Jiang Hua said hit him sorely, leaving a crosstalk artist speechless. While drinking the bitter wine, he began to reflect on himself.

About a month later, Jiang Hua read an entertainment news report that the little black fat man's eldest disciple had infiltrated the mainstream crosstalk world and was preparing to become a disciple and godfather. Naturally, there was a lot of criticism online.

Jiang Hua also felt that this guy deserved to be scolded. Among all the disciples of the fat black man, he was the best to this eldest disciple. He not only taught him everything he knew, but also took care of him in every aspect. In the end, he ended up with such an ending. It was really sad.

His second disciple set up his own performance group. He did not jump around like the eldest disciple, nor did he say a bad word about his master. When his performance troupe was established, the little black fat man even sent a flower basket specially, which showed some master-disciple relationship between them.

(End of this chapter)